“Ready, baby?”
She never had a chance to answer before his hand came down on her ass. It stung for a moment, and then the heat started spreading from her bottom to her cunt. She had barely caught her breath before his hand came down again and again. He rained blows on her ass, sending her arousal into outer space and making her bite her lip to keep from begging to come. He paused and trailed his fingertips across her hot cheeks.
“Are you still with me, Becca? Do you want me to stop?”
Her ass was on fire and her honey had dripped down her thighs. She bent further and stuck her ass high in the air.
“No, don’t stop.”
Her voice sounded strained, but she was sure of what she wanted. She needed more. His hand came down again on her already-sore ass cheeks. The smacks were spread evenly across her bottom and the top of her thighs. Desperate to come, Becca rubbed her clit against his hard thigh, trying to send herself over. He lifted his thigh to give her more direct contact as the spanking continued but lighter and slower now. One more grind against his leg and she exploded. White light blinded her and pleasure crashed through her body until she hung limp and spent over his lap. He petted and soothed her as she came down to earth. He lifted her carefully and laid her on the bed, holding her close, crooning praise in her ear. She had never felt anything like the orgasm she had just experienced.
She trailed her hands down his muscled back.
“You have too many clothes on.”
She felt Mark’s chuckle. “I guess I need to get naked, huh? Are you okay, sweetness? Did you like your spanking?”
She levered herself up and stared into his sky-blue eyes. “I fucking loved it. I’ve never come that hard in my life. It was amazing. Promise me you’ll do it again.”
Mark grinned and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. “I promise. Travis’ll spank you as often as you like, too. We want to keep our woman happy.”
“I like the sound of that. Your woman.”
Mark stood to pull off his pants and boxer shorts. “Fuck yeah, you’re our woman. You’re not getting away from us now.”
Becca pulled his naked body down on top of hers. “I don’t want to get away from you. I’m pretty happy being your woman.”
Mark pulled away for a moment to snag a condom from his pants pocket. She grabbed it from his fingers and tore the packet open with her teeth.
“Let me do the honors.”
Mark stood very still as she slowly rolled the condom on his hard cock. She caressed his balls before pulling him down again.
“Fuck me. Hard. Sir. Fuck the foreplay.”
Mark laughed at her belated use of his title.
“My woman wants to be fucked hard, then she gets fucked hard. Spread your legs, sweetie.”
Becca spread her thighs, and Mark caught them and wrapped them around his waist. The blunt edge of his cock pressed against her cunt, and he entered her slowly inch by inch, stretching her with his girth. She moaned as he thrust to the hilt. She loved feeling so full.
“Ready to ride, baby?”
“Yes, Mark, give it to me.”
Mark pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into her creaming pussy. She lifted and met his thrust, grinding her already swollen and sensitive clit against his groin. The bedroom was already filled with the musky aroma of their sex. It mixed with Mark’s scent and their sweat, sending her arousal to the edge. Each stroke rubbed the sweet spot inside her, and she hovered ever so close to orgasm. He lifted her legs so they were over his shoulders. It sent his cock deeper into her cunt, and she went wild with pleasure. She raked her nails across his back, urging him to fuck her harder, faster, anything to make her come.
“I need it, Mark! Make me come! Fuck me hard!”
Mark reached between them and lightly pinched her clit. Her body went taut, and she screamed Mark’s name as she tumbled over. Her climax blazed from her cunt and ran like quicksilver through her veins. He groaned and froze above her with a final thrust, his expression intense.
“Fuck, baby. Aw, fuck.”
He collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in gasps. She clung to him, their bodies covered in sweat, sticky with her juices. It was raunchy and hot, and she loved it. He rolled away and discreetly disposed of the condom before pulling her into his arms with a smile.
“I think we’re going to need a shower before we go dancing, sweetheart. You’re all sweaty.”
Becca ran her hand down his muscled, sweaty chest. “Only if you shower with me, you big stud.”
Mark laughed. “You’re the woman for me, baby. I’m hooked.”
So was she. And she liked it.
Chapter 13
The Party was packed with people, and the beat from the music could be felt even through the chair Becca was sitting on. She had dragged Mark out on the dance floor despite Travis’s warnings about lack of rhythm and found Mark could more than keep a beat. He was a good dancer, and they had soon dirty danced their way through “Tuff Enuff,” “Dress You Up,” and “You Dropped a Bomb on Me.” “Tainted Love” was currently playing, but she needed something cool to drink more than she needed to grind against Mark’s hunky body.
A body she had assaulted one more time in the shower. His skillful hands and tongue had her screaming his name. Their pants and moans of pleasure had echoed off the tile walls and had fueled their lovemaking until both of them could barely move. In fact, it was a testament to Mark’s physical conditioning that he was here dancing with her now. He had certainly put in a full day’s work in the sex department.
“Here you guys are! I wasn’t sure I’d find you in this crowd.”
Becca felt a tingle as Travis leaned forward and brushed her lips with his before doing the same to Mark. She hadn’t realized how much she had missed being with both her men until she finally had them with her again. She tugged Travis into the chair next to hers.
“Where have you been? Mark and I have been having a great time, but I want to dance with you, too.”
Travis squeezed her hand. “I want to dance with you, too, baby. Did you miss me?”
“A little. I had this big stud to keep me busy.”
Travis laughed and signaled the waitress. “He is a big stud, isn’t he? Did you two have a little fun tonight before you came dancing?”
Mark waggled his eyebrows. “That’s her new nickname for me. Let’s just say we were late. Very late. This woman is insatiable.”
“That’s why she’s our woman. I’m glad you two were having fun while I was working. It was worth it, though. I learned some very interesting things about Randall the rat.”
They had to lean their heads close together to hear Travis.
“I learned quite a bit about our guy. Seems he lost just about everything when the real estate bust happened. He had been overextended even before that, teetering on the edge of collapse anyway. When the market went, well, he pretty much lost everything.”
Mark’s brow knitted. “That was quite a while ago. What has he been doing since then?”
Travis shook his head. “That’s the crux of this, I imagine. Apparently, our Randall doesn’t like to live like the little people. He likes to live large, so to speak. He’s been riding the line between lawful and unlawful for a few years now, taking part in some questionable investment deals with even more questionable business partners. I was able to find out he’s being investigated by federal officials for RICO offenses. He needs a better class of friends. They don’t have him yet, but they’re close. It’s only a matter of time before he’s wearing an orange jumpsuit.”
Becca sat back in amazement. “Poor Addie! Her nephew is a criminal. We have to tell her. He must be desperate and trying to get her money.”
Travis nodded grimly. “I think so. I’ll do what I can to make sure he can’t touch any of her accounts. Do Mark and I have permission to worry about you now?”
Becca looked at Travis’s serious expression. He really was worried.
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�Why are you worried about me? I don’t have what Randall wants.”
“Yes, you do. Addie trusts you. He’ll want to isolate her from people who care about her. That includes you.”
“That includes a lot of people. That’s how Plenty is.”
“True, and that’s the advantage we have over him. He won’t expect the town to pull together and keep an eye on you and Addie.”
Everything inside of Becca rebelled at the thought of having to be taken care of. However, she could see the wisdom in watching over Addie and, maybe just a little, herself.
“We definitely need to watch Addie, but I’m fine. I’ve seen Randall’s type before. He’s a coward. I can handle him.”
Mark grabbed her hand. “I agree, baby. But cowards can be dangerous, too. We’re going to have to tell Ryan what Trav found out. He’ll sleep easier if he knows we’re keeping an eye out for you. Unless you want to spend more time with Deputy Jason?”
Travis grabbed her other hand. “No, she does not. She’s not spending any more time with her high school boyfriend.”
Becca giggled. “Somebody’s jealous. I like it.”
“He just needs to find his own woman. We can take care of this one.”
Becca ran her foot up Travis’s leg and watched his eyes go wide in surprise.
“You men take care of me like no one else. Wanna do it again?”
Before Travis could answer, Justin Reynolds, the owner of the club, walked up to their table with a wide smile.
“Becca! I’m so glad you finally made it to my club. Are you having a good time?”
Justin was tall and handsome, with dirty-blond hair that brushed his collar and a body to die for. If she wasn’t head over heels for Mark and Travis, she might have been interested.
“Yes, I am. I’d like you to meet my boyfriends, Dr. Mark Miller and Travis Andrews. They moved to Plenty recently, just like you. Guys, this is Justin Reynolds, the owner of this club.”
The men shook hands, and Justin’s mouth twisted into a smile. “Boyfriends, huh? Looks like I’m too late. And actually, I’m just half owner. My friend Linc Davis owns half, also. He was my manager while I was in the business.”
Becca looked around. “I haven’t met him yet. Is he here?”
Justin scanned the crowd. “Somewhere around here. He travels back and forth a lot. You’ll meet him eventually.”
Travis put a possessive arm around Becca. “So what made you decide to live in Plenty? It’s probably a lot smaller and quieter than you’re used to.”
Justin grinned. “That’s why I like it. I actually grew up in a small town. This feels like home. Plus this town is…open-minded. I was looking for a place to put down roots that doesn’t judge.”
Mark smiled. “Well, you certainly found the right town.”
“I think I have. I want you to have a great time tonight, Becca. Everything is on the house.”
Becca started to protest, but Justin held his hand. “This Eighties Night was your idea, and it’s been a huge hit. Plus, I know you’ve been talking us up at your salon. People have told me they found out about the place from you.”
Becca laughed. “This is Plenty, Justin. They would have found out anyway.”
“I just want you to know I’m going to return the favor. I wouldn’t let anyone say anything bad about you.”
“Thank you. That’s really sweet.”
Something caught Justin’s eye. “Listen, I’m needed at the bar. Have a great time tonight. And I meant what I said, Becca. No one will bad-mouth you when I’m around.”
Justin hurried off, leaving Becca puzzled. “That was strange.”
Travis took a drink of his beer. “I’ll say. He was flirting with our woman.”
Becca rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. He was just being nice. What was strange is what he said about not letting anyone bad-mouth me. Don’t you think that’s strange?”
Mark shrugged. “Maybe he’s the protective type. I don’t think he needs to worry about it. What could anyone say about you that’s bad anyway? You’re damn near perfect. How did you meet him?”
“Like I meet everyone in town. I cut his hair. I have the only hair salon in Plenty, remember? If they don’t drive to Tampa or Orlando, then they don’t have much choice but to patronize the Snip and Sing. And I’m not perfect. Nowhere near.”
Mark leaned forward and gave her a sweet kiss. “You’re perfect for us, then.”
Travis tugged her out of her chair and toward the dance floor. “I want to dance with the most beautiful woman in Plenty.”
Becca laughed as he pulled her close and started to move to the music. The song was “At This Moment,” and it was one of her favorites. Travis pressed his warm body close to hers, and they moved slowly, synchronously, to the sad song. She felt his hand move up and down her back, and he suddenly stopped, lifting her chin to look into his eyes. She had never seen him look so serious, nor so determined.
“Fuck caution. Becca, I love you.”
Travis’s voice was thick with emotion. Becca’s own throat tightened. His feelings were clearly on display. She licked her lips nervously. This was no time to wimp out. Every dream she ever had was coming true.
“I love you, too. And I love Mark, too.”
Travis smiled, and some of the tension seemed to ease from his body. He waved at Mark to come over. Mark joined them, crowding her back and nuzzling her neck.
“What’s going on here?”
Travis pulled Mark forward for a kiss. “I told Becca I love her, and she said she loves us back. That only leaves you who hasn’t said it.”
Mark’s eyes widened, and then his face split into a big grin.
“Hell yes, I love you, Becca. You make everything complete. We’re a family, baby.”
Becca felt the tears welling in her eyes. “I’d given up, you know. I’d given up on finding something like this.”
Mark traced her jaw with gentle fingers. “So had we, frankly. That’s what makes this so special. We found what we hoped for but had given up on. We won’t ever take it for granted. We’re going to show you every day how much we love you.”
Becca nodded. “I will, too. I promise. Can we go home now? I want to be with you. Both of you.”
The men exchanged a look. Travis pushed back a stray hair from her face.
“Are you saying what we think you’re saying?”
Becca started tugging them toward the door. “Yes, I want both of you at the same time. Please.”
Mark laughed. “You never have to say please to get us to make love to you. It’s our pleasure. Now let’s get you home, my dick’s hard already.”
Becca shook her head. “You sweet talker. Let’s see what we can do about that hard dick.”
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Travis scooped her up in his arms and carried her from the car to the bedroom. It had been hard not to speed home from the club, but they had the rest of their lives to be together. This night was just the first of so many nights they would have as a family. Maybe someday, they could add on to their family, if Becca was willing. He would love to be a father. But tonight, first things first. He dropped her down on the bed with a grin.
“Last one naked gets a spanking.”
Clothes started flying, but Becca was the last one undressed. She gave him a cute pout.
“It’s not fair. I have more clothes to take off. The bra was especially difficult.”
Travis turned to Mark. “What do you think? Should we show her some mercy?”
Mark grinned. “Fuck, no. She’d just do something else to misbehave. She loves getting spanked. Don’t you, baby?”
Becca’s face had turned a delicate pink. “Yes, I do. But only if you guys do it.”
Mark pulled her to a standing position by the bed. “I don’t see anyone else around here, do you? Looks like we’ll be doing the spanking. Over Travis’s knees, sweetie.”
Becca put her hands on her hips and gave Mark a look of defiance. “That’s it? Just assume the
position? No foreplay? No buildup?”
Mark crossed his muscular arms across his chest. “Did you hear that, Trav? Our woman wants some foreplay. Maybe she’s not wet yet.”
Travis couldn’t stop his smirk as he ran his fingers through her pussy. It was dripping with cream. He held up his glistening fingers.
“She’s pretty wet for someone asking for foreplay. But if she wants it, then that’s what we do.”
He gently pushed her back on the bed, lying along one side with Mark on the other. Travis leaned down and captured her lips with his. She tasted like the Cherry Coke she loved to drink. He swirled his tongue in the warm cavern of her mouth. Her tongue played with his, stroking until his cock was hard and leaking pre-cum. He ruthlessly pushed back his own arousal. This was about sealing their love and commitment tonight, not about his own pleasure.
He lifted his head reluctantly, and Mark took his place. He caressed her generous breasts, pinching at the berry-colored nipples until they stood at attention. Becca moved restlessly under them, making small sounds from her throat. Mark started kissing his way down her neck, and Travis knew his destination. He shadowed Mark’s actions, and they both reached a rosy nipple at the same time. They each licked and sucked until Becca was mewling and tugging on their hair, not to pull them away but to push them closer. He gave Mark a sign and began to nibble his way south, dipping his tongue in her belly button on the way to her pretty pussy.
He pushed her thighs apart, sticky from her arousal. He traced the folds of her cunt with his finger while Mark played with her breasts with his fingers and mouth. Becca looked to be in heaven. Her eyes were closed, her skin flushed, and her lips were parted as she panted and moaned. He smiled as he pressed two fingers inside her sopping pussy. Her body jerked and she moaned louder this time, her breathing getting ragged.
“Please, Travis, please fuck me!”
Her voice was strained and her pussy clamped down on his fingers. He shook his head.
“Sorry, baby. You asked for foreplay and a spanking, and that’s what you’re going to get. But I will take a little mercy on you.”
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